27th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Zip! Zoom! What is that blue blur? Naturally, it's Scout! And today he's even faster and more energetic than ever, if that's even possible. He's laughing wildly, almost maniacally, jumping from rooftop to car to tree and keeps going.]

Un-freakin'-touchable!

[That's because he got sent a certain atomic soda sent after they got back from Soviet Mayfield. 24 cans of caffeinated bliss! Of course, he should be rationing his supply, but after depriving a caffeine junkie for so long, only so much restraint can be shown.

So, Mayfield, be treated to a happy blue blur today. He's running past your windows, denting your cars, rattling your trees, even running right through your house if you leave the door open for more than a second. And of course, mocking you as he zooms past.

Later he can be found in the park, exhausted but still happy. Wearing himself out, he's asleep under a tree, his usual smirk still on his face.]

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? Bet startin' moving, pal!

[Aaaaaaaaaaand here he comes, closing that distance rather quickly!]

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Lets the Scout overtake him for a while, then comes skipping past him--yes, still dressed like this--humming to himself happily.)

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Redoubling his effort, Scout zips past - look out for that trash can on the loose!]

1/2

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Hilarious cartoon faceplant went here.)

2/2 - Have I mentioned that Bugs is a giant troll?

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(But moments later, the Scout will pass Bugs again, wearing a disturbingly familiar blue dress and sporting a beehive hairdo.)

That's common knowledge XD

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[FROWN. But he's not slowing down!]

Oh real funny, wiseguy! I don't even wanna know how... [shakes his head]

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Suddenly, in your direct path! Still dressed like your mom! Pucker up, kiddo!)

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Holy ---!!

Scout tries to skid to a halt, but fails to do so in time, an inside slides right into Bugs at almost full speed.]

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Comical collision resulting in a bunny-and-boy cartwheel went here.)

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Good thing that telephone pole is there to stop their tumbling. Smack!

Scout, holding his head, sits up.]

What the hell do ya -- hey, did we make it all the way around already?

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Ooh, it's been a while since he's done something like that. Bugs is sporting quite a few bumps and bruises.)

Huh, so we did.

Guess this is a tie, den?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Frowns. Scout stands up and dusts himself off.] Guess so, pally. Maybe next time I'll challenge ya to a home run derby instead!

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Pulls out a carrot and slaps the Scout on his back.)

Anytime, pal.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[If this was anyone else in the world besides Bugs Bunny, Scout would probably be mad at the draw. But... this was Bugs Bunny!]

Ya better start practicin' now, if ya even want a chance against me!

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

Likewise, kiddo.